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Isabelle sat in the rose gazebo, gazing out at the numerous roses that reached towards the blue sky and silently sipping her tea. It was a lovely spring day, which silence was only broken by the chirping of birds and the clink of the china.
Golden curls shifted silently as a small breeze blew through the upper garden, and with tiny fingers she tucked loose wisps of hair back into place. From the corner of her eye she spotted movement, and turning her head, she let a soft smile form on rose coloured lips.
She sat down her tea cup, and stood, moving gracefully around the table and to the entrance of the gazebo. Emerald eyes shimmered as she smiled tenderly at the approaching visitor, and with a soft, angelic voice she chimed, “Welcome. I am Isabelle.”